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Abigayle...♥ III

If they revived you,
Then, why are you still dead?
Your skin ashen, eyes ebony,
Lank hair receiding from your unconscious head
Your limp corpse lifeless,
On the autopsy table,
A shallow 'Y' adorns your chest
Discovering the cause of death, it enables
Your lips sealed shut,
The Sleeper, truly, you shall be,
A broken heart, no longer beating,
As we mourn your absence in the cemetery
Sibly Vane never went quite like this,
Leaving her loved ones a wreck,
No ring around her finger,
No noose around her neck
They tell me this was your destiny,
God will come for you
Although, I feel so weak in faith,
I know it must be true
Yet, I wonder if you're still here,
Well within my reach,
Begging just to hear your name,
Let us know you'd never leave
I suppose, I'll never know for sure,
Never hear your voice again
I'm putting all my faith in that Ben Jorgensen's wrong,
That in Heaven, it will never rain
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